Quotes About Sunset

Porque o Pintalgato chegava ao poente e espreitava o lado de lá. Namoriscando o proibido, seus olhos, pirilampiscavam.

The setting sun burned the sky pink and orange in the same bright hues as surfers' bathing suits. It was beautiful deception, Bosch thought, as he drove north on the Hollywood Freeway to home. Sunsets did that here. Made you forget it was the smog that made their colors so brilliant, that behind every pretty picture there could be an ugly story.

sun sinking, sky filling with pink and orange light, great expanses of land just sitting, seemingly waiting for the return of big creatures to make it small again.

To their west a jungle of clouds has swallowed the sun before it dips below the horizon. It's like watching a flame burn through a soggy piece of newspaper.

We sat on the terrace and talked as the sun slipped into the western sea and the stars filled the sky above us.

I let myself be led out, but at the doors of the Great Hall, I turned. "I will never forgive this," I swore, and Nefertiti knew it was meant for her. "I will never forgive this so long as the sun sets on Amarna!" I screamed.

Cuántas veces, sentado solo y solitario en uno de los bancos verdes de aquella plazuela, vio el incendio del ocaso sobre un tejado y alguna vez destacarse sobre el oro en fuego del espléndido arrebol el contorno de un gato negro sobre la chimenea de una casa!

While I had stumbled upon quite a few handy features of Google search by myself (e.g. spell checker, among others), I hadn't noticed the sundown/sunset feature, mathematical operators, converters, and more. So many times I have gone in search of outside websites to accomplish these little tasks. Now I can simply do them in Google.

In the sunset of dissolution, everything is illuminated by the aura of nostalgia, even the guillotine.

Aquest ponent exhibeix una impúdica proclivitat a l'èmfasi, com si no estigués condemnat, com tots, a caure en un oblit indestriable i trist.

BucureÅŸtiul, îndeosebi, are cele mai toxice amurguri, în toate anotimpurile. E greu s? r?mâi singur, s? nu te îndr?gosteÅŸti, s? nu-Å£i cauÅ£i pereche într-un astfel de oraÅŸ, în care soarele se stinge cu atâta melancolie...

The sun, a red wheel, was sinking slowly in the west. Besides being spectacularly beautiful, the early-summer sunset was exceedingly soft and gentle: black mulberry leaves turned as red as roses; pristine white acacia petals shed an enshrouding pale-green aura. Mild evening breezes made both the mulberry leaves and the acacia petals dance and whirl, filling the woods with a soft rustle.

When I admire the wonders of a sunset or the beauty of the moon, my soul expands in the worship of the creator.

camlar?na vururken batan güne?in rengi radyoda ince saz söyler kalptekini ne ruhun esrar? ne a?k?n kudreti herkes öder gün gelir pay?na dü?eni ...

Autumn is the maturity of thoughtfulness, the golden sunset of life.

The initiate or the enlightened one remains silent for a moment, only to speak at the end of the journey or at the time of the setting sun.

Song of Longing Will you come to me now Thee white moon shines on the cornfields Evening falls among the melon rows The orange sun sets on the mountains The river runs sparkling on blue stones And the long reeds bend and sway I will welcome you with sweetgrass and sage Will you come to me now I sing in my heart of your coming I sing in my soul of your coming

Beauty, like justice, slips through our fingers. We photograph the sunset, but all we get is the memory of the moment, not the moment itself. We buy the recording, but the symphony says something different when we listen to it at home.

Every junkie's like a setting sun.

You can call a sunset by a filthy name, but you do not spoil its beauty, monsieur.

The sun's still keeping the sky somewhat colored, even though it's already gone down beyond the horizon. There are strips of patterned pinks and oranges layered up like sideways colored bars. A Los Angeles sunset, made beautiful by a screen of haze, pollution, and trash. It says a lot about this city. It says a lot about the people who live here.

By mid-afternoon, Villeneuve was forced to abandon any hope of getting his fleet out before dusk.

He was the chief of all the horses; and when he snorted, it was a flash of lightning and his eyes were like the sunset star.

After dinner, I become afraid despite myself. I know I should be joyous, for this reunion is the proof that love can still be outs, but I know the bell has tolled this evening. The sun has long since set and the thief is about to come, and there is nothing I can do to stop it. So I stare at her and wait and live a lifetime in these last remaining moments.